Jumpin' Jambalaya...takes his name as his job apparently. I know I know...tis all my fault...

Walking up the stairs ( note to self...next house...one floor only)....Jamba races to the top to beat me. He is there anxiously awaiting me to go to the laundry room so he can play in the clean sheets from the dryer....I get to the top stair and JUMP-CRASH---his open mouth and most likely tooth-- collide with my chin. Now I am sporting a lovely lump and red mark that is already PURPLE and still sore...

T came home and promptly let me know...EW GROSS THAT IS BAD....gee thanks...I needed that.

oh...why did I let Jumpin' be part of his name...is it too late to rethink this one???

My dog is Upsy Daisy. Fits her, whether I like it or not. Funny thing is that when I was naming her I was deciding between 2 names. Upsy Daisy and Whoops A Daisy. I decided that whoops a daisy could get us in too much trouble if she lived up to her name.

Right again Anne. She is such a cutie too. Don't we all think our dogs are the best even if they aren't. She just looks at me and I melt. Guess that's why she is so spoiled. Just wished we had picked a more girl like name (even if she is a tom boy). N

all I know is we have a hyperactive Ziggy, and a way mellow Marley....the alpha and the omega, all correlating to a zen-like drug induced calm.....oh yeah, about 30% of the time........we have plenty of scars to display the relative doggy emotions....